Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard. Kami Garcia More Quotes by Kami Garcia More Quotes From Kami Garcia They really hate you, yes they do. They hate everyone, how 'bout you? Kami Garcia hate-you cheerleading hate I wanted to stay this way forever. Which, it turns out, was exactly five more minutes. Kami Garcia minutes forever way Think of me as the praying mantis of the supernatural world. Aren't those the bugs that bite the heads off the males? Link looked skeptical. Yes. Then they eat them Kami Garcia praying-mantis males thinking You can't jump off a cliff when you have already fallen off a bigger one. Kami Garcia cliffs fallen bigger There was no one color that could paint Lena Duchannes. She was a red sweater and a blue sky, a gray wind and a silver sparrow, a black curl escaping from behind her ear. Kami Garcia escaping color blue I pulled Lena's necklace out of my pocket. I let the charms roll around in my palm, but they were tangled and meaningless without her. The necklace was heavier than I imagined, or maybe it was the weight of my conscience. Kami Garcia tangled pockets weight His eyes softened. I thought maybe he pitied me, but it was something else. "Ultimately, it will be your burden to bear. It's always the Mortal who bears it. Trust me, I know." "I don't trust you and you're wrong. We aren't too different." "Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures." He was talking to me, but it didn't feel like he was talking about me anymore. "I apologize for the intrusion. I'll leave you to your sleep. Kami Garcia eye sleep beautiful He could feel it immediately when his shoulder snapped - the intense pain of his bones cracking. His skin tightened, as if it could no long hold whatever was lurking inside him. The breath was sucked from his lungs like he was being crushed. His vision began to blur, and he had the sensation he was falling, even though he could feel the rock tearing at his flesh as his body seized on the ground. Kami Garcia rocks pain fall I saw his face change. His eyes widen. He lunged at me. I wouldn't let go. We stared into eachother's eyes and clawed at eachother's throats. As we rolled over the edge of the water tower and fell the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing ...Lena Kami Garcia eye letting-go thinking Why would you stick someone you love down in a lonely hole in the dirt? Where it's cold, and dirty, and full of bugs? Kami Garcia someone-you-love lonely dirty At least no one's trying to kill anyone. Give them about fifteen minutes Kami Garcia fifteen trying giving Funny thing is, until I met you all I wanted to do was to get as far away from here as I could. Kind of ironic, isn't it? Can't get much farther away than where I"m going, and now I'd give anything to stay. Kami Garcia ironic funny-things giving We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends. Kami Garcia graves greatness purpose Don’t spit down my back and tell me it’s raining. Kami Garcia spit outlaw rain So he's like a human compass? As far as superpowers go, that's pretty lame. You're like the Caster equivalent of Aquaman. Kami Garcia lame compass humans When she slept, she looked peaceful, beautiful. Not Lena's kind of beautiful, something different. She looked content - like a sunny day, a cold glass of milk, an unopened book before you cracked the binding. Kami Garcia glasses beautiful book There were only two kinds of people in our town. ―The stupid and the stuck- ―The ones who are bound to stay or too dumb to go. Everyone else finds a way out. Kami Garcia stupid two people Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. Kami Garcia suffering-pain teaching heart Everyone under the age of sixty called it the War Between the States, while everyone over sixty called it the War of Northern Aggression, as if somehow the North had baited the South into war over a bad bale of cotton.Read Kami Garcia cotton age war The way she told it, she was such a criminal even the most God-fearing church ladies got bored of reporting on her; she did the marketing on Sunday, dropped by any church she liked or none at all, was a feminist (which Mrs. Asher sometimes confused with communist), a Democrat (which Mrs. Lincoln pointed out practically had "demon" in the word itself), and, worst of all, a vegetarian (which ruled out any dinner invitations from Mrs. Snow). Kami Garcia confused sunday snow
